HELL & BACK: Hard Impact 2
a script by Andy Zielinski - 6/30/09
EXT. NEW ST. STAKEOUT - NIGHT (day 1)
We roll in from the sky to officers Charlie Hatcher and Nick Buchinsky sit inside a car parallel-parked, sipping coffee at a little stakeout.
BUCHINSKY
Some coffee, Hatch.
HATCHER
You wanted Dunkin Donuts, you got it. Just don't expect me to pay for your bagel again.
BUCHINSKY
Well your wife's coffee is better anyway.
HATCHER
She's my fiancee, not my wife. And she uses that Maxwell House crap. I have to make an excuse to not drink it now.
BUCHINSKY
What's the latest one?
HATCHER
I told her this morning that a guy jumped off a building and I had to help pry him off the asphalt.
BUCHINSKY
Ooo, that's interesting. You're ready to marry this woman and your still lying to her every day?
HATCHER
I don't hear clean stories coming from your mouth either, Flash.
BUCHINSKY
I'm not the one getting married.
HATCHER
Alright, just keep your eyes on the Honda.
BUCHINSKY
Didn't she used to date some mob boss?
HATCHER
I said eyes on the Honda. ...yeah, she did. The guy's name was Don Lewsten, he's an organized scumbag. The guy has more accomplices than OJ has accusations.
BUCHINSKY
Helluva world, ain't it... (sips coffee) so what's so special about this Honda, anyway?
HATCHER
It's registered to flower power Schifrin, an old money counterfeiter who has ties to Lewsten and is apparently still getting his feet in the duck pond.
BUCHINSKY
We're gonna arrest him?
HATCHER
If he ever comes out.
Silence rests.
BUCHINSKY
Do you still wear that $200 leather jacket your ex-wife gave you?
HATCHER
Still wearing it and no, you can't have it.
BUCHINSKY
Oh. So how's Farina been since the knee-capping incident?
HATCHER
He's still lying on his couch watching CSI--making the most of his month of recovery.
BUCHINSKY
He didn't share the paperwork on that Fallne case, did he?
HATCHER
Nope, and don't bring that case up.
BUCHINSKY
Why not bring it up?
HATCHER
You really want me to reiterate this? Godssake, I told you once this week. Fallne had the hostage killed and I shot his whole pack of goons. End of story.
They see Schifrin go outside of his house and walk to his car.
BUCHINSKY
There's our boy.
HATCHER
Your show, Ace.
BUCHINSKY
We jump out on 2.
HATCHER
2? Why not 3?
BUCHINSKY
Does it really matter?
HATCHER
Yes, it does. (he looks back at Schifrin) Crap, he's getting in. Let's rock 'n roll.
Hatcher and Buchinsky get out the car and approach Schifrin
HATCHER (to Schifrin)
Sir, I'm Sgt. Hatcher--we're with the Spring City police department. I'm gonna have to ask you to put your hands behind your head and-..
Schifrin pulls out a gun and opens fire on the cops, who take cover behind a small wall.
HATCHER (to Buchinsky)
Quick little bastidge, ain't he?
Hatcher pops out to the side and opens fire on the crook, who takes off in the opposite direction.
HATCHER
Shoot, he's on the move!
They both get up and try to run after the man, who runs right into the darkness. They both stop, aggrevated dearly. Hatcher takes out his frustration on the sidewalk.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE FROM BLACK: INT. LEWSTEN'S PLACE - DAY (day 2)
We follow Schifrin from behind as he walks through Lewsten's house. He enters the man's kitchen, where he sits drinking and reading the newspaper.
SCHIFRIN
Don, I got a bit of a problem.
LEWSTEN
What's it this time, flower power?
SCHIFRIN
These two local cops know who I am.
LEWSTEN
I think everybody knows who you are, flower power--you broadcast your business like it's Oxiclean.
SCHIFRIN
He says his name's Sgt. Hatcher. I asked my buddy downtown about him--he says that cop's harder than a slab of plywood. He could burn my whole business down!
LEWSTEN
Hatcher? Charlie Hatcher? sonuvabit....my ex-wife is seeing him.
SCHIFRIN
Well what do you want me to do, rub him it?
LEWSTEN
No, just send a couple of lads over there. I have plans of my own.
CUT TO: INT. HATCHER'S HOUSE - Day (day 2)
Hatcher lies down on his bed in the early morning, sunlight shining thru the curtain.
We cut to a window where Hitman #1 comes in stealthly with a silenced Mac10. He creeps towards Hatcher's room and kicks open the door, opening fire on his bed--but the bed is empty! He takes his finger off the trigger.
Hatcher pops up from the other side of the bed and pops Hitman #1 four times.
Hitman #2 comes in a side window; Hatcher caps him in the chest.
Hatch runs across the bed and grabs the Mac10. He come out the door and lights up Hitman #3 on his right and Hitman #4 on his left.
Hitman #5 comes out of a far doorway and fires off, but Hatcher keeps cover with his pistol and runs down the stairs.
He reaches the bottom and turns back, seeing Hitman #5. He nails him and continues running for the exit of his house.
Hatcher bursts out the back door and sees Hitman #6 in the distance and keeps running towards a wooded area while he's fired at; dirt kicks up behind him. He jumps in the woods and keeps moving until he gets stopped dead in his tracks by Don Lewsten, who has a revolver aimed at him.
LEWSTEN
Hey Hatch.
Don shoots Hatcher square in the chest. Hatcher falls down and Lewsten looks at him casually.
LEWSTEN (cont'd)
Don't bother getting up. I have a feeling your darling Rene` will be seeking my arms soon enough when she hears you're dead. Have a nice life....what's left of it.
Lewsten walks away, leaving Hatcher to die. We pan to Hatcher, lying on the ground in incredible pain. He rests for a moment and coughs some blood, then nimbly gets up and wanders off.
CUT TO: INT. BUCHINSKY'S HOUSE - DAY (day 2)
Buchinsky is in his kitchen, drinking orange juice. He hears a banging on the door. Nick gets up and opens the door--a bloody Hatcher falls in, coughing and wheezing.
BUCHINSKY
My god, Hatch! Who did this to you?
HATCHER
Lewsten, it's Don Lewsten. Bandage me up, will ya.
We fade to white in slow motion as Buchinsky struggles with Sgt. Hatcher.
FADE FROM WHITE
Hatcher lies down asleep on Buchinsky's couch. He slowly awakens and sees Nick sitting in front of him.
BUCHINSKY
How ya doin', partner?
HATCHER
I feel like hell. Did you get the bullet out?
BUCHINSKY
Yep, it took forever since you wouldn't stop squirming. Any idea why Lewsten wanted to kill you?
HATCHER
He said he's after my fiancee. With me dead, he thinks she'll run back into his arms not knowing what to do.
BUCHINSKY
So what, should we put an APB out for him?
HATCHER
No....I'll take care of Lewsten.
BUCHINSKY
Hey, I'm not gonna let you go vigilante, partner. You'll get thrown in jail with all the other guys you locked up.
HATCHER
This is my business and there's no other way to end it. Lewsten's a mad dog and I'm taking him to the pound.
Hatcher gets up and walks to the kitchen table where he lifts his pistol and cocks it.
SMASH CUT TO: INT. LEWSTEN'S HOME - DAY (day 2)
Don Lewsten is on his telephone, calling his buddy Schifrin.
LEWSTEN
flower power, it's your pal Don Lewsten. Hatcher is history.
We cut to the inside of flower power Schifrin's home, where he sits on the telephone pleased.
SCHIFRIN
Hey, that's great! So what's next?
LEWSTEN (on phone)
There is no next. Take care.
We center on a tight shot of a hand cocking a shotgun.
flower power turns around quickly.
Cut back to inside Lewsten's house, where he hears a shotgun blast over the phone. Don ends the call and turns to an accomplice wearing sunglasses--this man is better known as The Specialist.
LEWSTEN (to Specialist)
Well, it looks like our pal Schifrin is out of the picture and partially on his kitchen wall. I have a new order of business for you.
Lewsten pulls out a picture of Nick Buchinsky and hands it to The Specialist.
LEWSTEN (cont'd)
His name is Nick Buchinsky. He's a small-time cop who used to be Charlie Hatcher's partner until the late unpleasantness. I'm leaving it up to you and your accomplice to rub him out, but do it quickly. The Italians are getting impatient with the way I run my business--I want you to take him out tout suite.
The Specialist leaves and Lewsten resumes to his business.
CUT TO: EXT. MARVIN ST. - DAY (day 3)
Hatcher and Buchinsky walk away from the town post office together and up the street.
BUCHINSKY
Charlie, I'm not let you gonna kill this guy. You murder Lewsten and you're just as bad as him!
HATCHER
You're not gonna stop me from killing Lewsten. This is something I have to do.
BUCHINSKY
No, you don't HAVE to do anything! Let the justice system land this guy!
HATCHER
You and I both know that if he ever gets arrested, his scumbag pals are gonna pay his bail the minute that judge bangs the gavel. There's no other justice but what I make.
BUCHINSKY
This isn't justice, this is taking the law into your own hands!
HATCHER
Just stay out of this, Nick, this is something I have to do and you sure as hell aren't going to stop me.
Buchinsky takes a brief look back and sees both Specialists following them.
BUCHINSKY
Hatch, we got a problem. Don't turn around. There's two guys in cheap jackets and shades following us. Any ideas?
HATCHER
Are they armed?
BUCHINSKY
I can't tell.
HATCHER
Then we turn on 3 and draw our guns. Got me?
BUCHINSKY
What if they're just a couple of guys?
Hatcher passes a car and sees the reflection of the two men behind them.
HATCHER
They looks like hitmen. We turn on 3 and pulls the guns out. No questions.
BUCHINSKY
I don't like where this is going, Hatch.
HATCHER
Three!
(slow motion) Hatcher turns around and pulls out his pistol. The two hitmen pull out their guns just as quickly. Hatcher shoots the one Specialist, who stumbles from the wound. The other Specialist takes cover.
Buchinsky shoots the crippled Specialist while the other shoots back.
Both cops go for cover behind a wall as the Specialist returns fire. The Specialist advances forward. Hatcher pops up and tries to fight, but the Specialist knocks him down with quick moves. Buchinsky clocks him over the head and kicks his hip.
Hatcher thrusts his foot into The Specialist's knee and grabs him by the collar, then punches him in the nose and holds him on the ground.
HATCHER
Where is Don Lewsten?
The Specialist spits. Hatcher replies with a strong punch to the forehead.
HATCHER
WHERE IS DON LEWSTEN?
BUCHINSKY
Tell us where Don Lewsten is or you're spending a decade in the gray bar hotel!
The Specialist takes a moment to continue breathing heavily. He opens his mouth, revealing a cyanide capsule and bites down.
HATCHER
No! Noo! Dammit!
BUCHINSKY
Cyanide capsule....I'll be switched.
HATCHER
I'm never gonna know where the hell he is now!
Hatcher continues taking out his rage on the sidewalk. Buchinsky looks confused and surprised at the incident. Hatcher storms off in anger.
BUCHINSKY
Where are you going?
HATCHER
Going home!
Hatcher walks away in the distance while Buchinsky pulls out his phone.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE FROM BLACK: INT. LEWSTEN'S HOUSE - DAY (day 3)
A man in simple clothes walks into Lewsten's kitchen and disrupts his evening of sipping orange juice.
LEWSTEN
*sighs* what is it now, Tom?
Tom goes to the kitchen table and turns on the radio.
RADIO
30 minutes ago, two armed men wearing sunglasses were killed on Marvin Street. One was reportedly shot 3 times by police, the other apparently had a cyanide capsule at the time after fighting two police officers--Sgt. Charles Hatcher and Det. Nick Buchinsky.
Lewsten smacks the radio over and looks grimly yet loose at Tom.
LEWSTEN
Well, it looks like we have to do things ourself now doesn't it!
Lewsten pulls out a pistol and cocks the slide.
CUT TO: INT. BUCHINSKY'S HOUSE - DAY (day 3)
Nick sits in his kitchen filing papers when he hears a knocking on the front door. Nick moves to the door and opens it.
Lewsten stands right in front of him and punches Nick square in the face, who drops like a bag of hammers.
LEWSTEN (to Tom)
That wasn't hard now was it? Help me put him in the car.
EXT. BUCHINSKY'S HOUSE - DAY (day 3)
Lewsten and Tom put him in the back seat and shut the door.
Inside the car, Nick holds little consciousness and looks at the two men.
TOM
Where to now?
LEWSTEN
The forest down by McCoy Drive.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE FROM BLACK: EXT. THE FOREST - DAY (day 3)
A cup of water is splashed on Nicks' face, waking him up abruptly.
LEWSTEN
Wakey wake, Detective Buchinsky.
BUCHINSKY
Wh....what the hell's going on here?
LEWSTEN
It's judgement day and I'm holding the gavel. Isn't that right, Tom?
Tom and Don talk a bit, while Nick puts his hand in his pocket and begins texting Hatcher on his phone 'Lewsten has me in the woods be mccoy'. Right upon sending, Lewsten punches Nick in the face and kicks his chest.
LEWSTEN
I'm building a castle, Buchinsky...and you're body's just part of the foundation. Now what's this I hear about Hatcher still being alive, eh? I put a bullet square in his chest and the man's still kicking....sounds like a ghost! So tell me, tough guy, just where is this partner of yours now, eh?
Lewsten kicks him in the stomache again.
LEWSTEN (cont'd)
I said where's Hatcher? Now are you gonna answer me or do I have to squeeze alittle more liquid life out of you?
Lewsten kicks him twice while he's on the ground.
LEWSTEN (to Tom)
It's amazing how much sustenance a man can hold before he gives in.
(to Buchinsky) Did you know that the average human body holds eight pints of blood? Based on what's on your clothes and the dirt beneath my feet, I'd say you have 7 pints left in you. You should be feeling pretty woozy soon. That's a sign that you've lost more blood than you need to lift a dumbbell.
Lewsten pulls out a pistol and points it at Buchinsky.
LEWSTEN
You know it's a shame that your partner isn't here to join the fun.
We focus on Tom, who recieves a gunshot in each shoulder. He drops to the ground; behind him stands Sgt. Hatcher, pointing his pistol at Don Lewsten.
LEWSTEN (to Hatcher)
Well look who's here! Good to see ya, Hatcher.
HATCHER
The feeling's far from mutual.
LEWSTEN
Nice of you to take care of the Specialists for me. One less mouth to feed.
HATCHER
You tried to kill me you sonuvawonderful person.
LEWSTEN
You're still alive and kicking aren't you!
HATCHER
I'll see you in hell.
Hatcher empties his gun into Lewsten, who drops straight to the ground. Nick looks up at Hatcher in an undescribable matter. He knows Hatcher just shot a man in cold blood and can't seem to get a thought through his head. He just looks at Hatcher in ways that one cannot explain, but he clearly seems to have some shock in his face.
HATCHER
I'm through, Nick...
Hatcher throws his badge in Nick's hands.
BUCHINSKY
Now what, Hatch?
HATCHER
Do what you have to. I'm through...
Nick watches Hatcher as he walks away into the forest. Nothing more, nothing less.
FADE TO BLACK. ROLL CREDITS.
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